It’s Monday. And the work week is beginning for the majority of this. The work weeks will begin for the majority of us, forever, until death or retirement. Which given the state of the Rotting Empire may or may not be available for all of us. In front of us: a wasteland. Or an oasis. Depending on how you approach the rolling of your rock. Do you embrace it? Modify it with personal creation, acts of enjoyment, and a collage of distractions? Or do you pound your fists futilely, condemning the Gods That Don’t Care for y/our fate?
More Johnny Hickman!? More Johnny Hickman that finds him reteaming with Ryan Bodenheim? You bet your bottom fucking dollar (what is a bottom dollar anyways?) that I’m putting this motherfucker down on my pull-list. Details and the full cover for the first issue after the jump.